Saturday, December 15, 2012

Giving Nature her ransom excerpt from...
Rabbit, Run
by John Updike

He feels the truth: the thing that has left his life has left irrevocably; no search would recover it.  No flight would reach it.  It was here, beneath the town, in these smells and these voices forever behind him.  The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her.  Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk.  Flower stalks.

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